Take Us Home

Even in the midst of many sorrows
As they pierce the soul like enemy arrows
I can lift my head high
I will follow You on Your white stallion

Hear the noble voice of pipes and horns
They speak of royal blood
The voice of trumpets blasting loud
Descending from above, descending from above

To where we will return dear friends
For where our hearts still yearn
He will return to take us home
When our task on earth is done

He will return to take us home
When our task on earth is done
When our task on earth is done

Even in the midst of many sorrows
As they pierce the soul like enemy arrows
I can lift my head high
I will follow You on Your white stallion

Hear the noble voice of pipes and horns
They speak of royal blood
The voice of trumpets blasting loud
Descending from above, descending from above

To where we will return dear friends
For where our hearts still yearn
He will return to take us home
When our task on earth is done



Credits
Writer(s): Kerry Klontz
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